The Talisman

of his vision was filled with spots . . . but he saw the enormous burned swatch in the snow where Morgan had stood. It tailed away like a teardrop.
    ‘ Rainbow! ’ Jack Sawyer shouted, and raised his hands to the sky, weeping and laughing. ‘ Rainbow! Rainbow!’
    He went to the Talisman, and picked it up, still weeping.
    He took it to Richard Sloat, who had been Rushton; to Speedy Parker, who was what he was.
    He healed them.
    Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
ANOTHER JOURNEY
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    1
    He healed them, but he was never able to recall exactly how that had gone, or any of the specific details – for a while the Talisman had blazed and sung in his hands, and he had the vaguest possible memory of its fire’s actually seeming to flow out over them until they glowed in a bath of light. That was all he could bring back.
    At the end of it, the glorious light in the Talisman faded . . . faded . . . went out.
    Jack, thinking of his mother, uttered a hoarse, wailing cry.
    Speedy staggered over to him through the melting snow and put an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
    ‘It be back, Travellin Jack,’ Speedy said. He smiled, but he looked twice as tired as Jack. Speedy had been healed . . . but he was still not well. This world is killing him , Jack thought dimly. At least, it’s killing the part of him that’s Speedy Parker. The Talisman healed him . . . but he is still dying.
    ‘You did for it,’ Speedy said, ‘and you wanna believe that it’s gonna do for you . Don’t worry. Come on over here, Jack. Come on over to where your frien’ be layin.’
    Jack did. Richard was sleeping in the melting snow. That horrid loose flap of skin was gone, but there was a long white streak of scalp showing in his hair now – a streak of scalp from which no hair would ever grow.
    ‘Take his han’.’
    ‘Why? What for?’
    ‘We’re gonna flip.’
    Jack looked at Speedy questioningly, but Speedy offered no explanation. He only nodded, as if to say Yes; you heard me right.
    Well, Jack thought, I trusted him this far –
    He reached down and took Richard’s hand. Speedy held Jack’s other hand.
    With hardly a tug at all, the three of them went over.
    2
    It was as Jack had intuited – the figure standing beside him over here, on this black sand that was stitched everywhere by Morgan of Orris’s dragging foot, looked hale and hearty and healthy.
    Jack stared with awe – and some unease – at this stranger who looked a bit like Speedy Parker’s younger brother.
    ‘Speedy – Mr Parkus, I mean – what are you—’
    ‘You boys need rest,’ Parkus said. ‘You for sure, this other young squire even more. He came closer to dying than anyone will ever know but himself . . . and I don’t think he’s the type to do much admitting, even to himself.’
    ‘Yeah,’ Jack said. ‘You got that right.’
    ‘He’ll rest better over here,’ Parkus told Jack, and struck off up the beach, away from the castle, carrying Richard. Jack stumbled along as best he could, but gradually found himself falling behind. He was quickly out of breath, his legs rubbery. His head ached with reaction from the final battle – shock hangover, he supposed.
    ‘Why . . . where . . .’ That was all he could pant. He held the Talisman against his chest. It was dull now, its exterior sooty and opaque and uninteresting.
    ‘Just up a little way,’ Parkus said. ‘You and your friend don’t want to rest where he was, do you?’
    And exhausted as he was, Jack shook his head.
    Parkus glanced back over his shoulder, then looked sadly at Jack.
    ‘It stinks of his evil back there,’ he said, ‘and it stinks of your world, Jack.
    ‘To me, they smell too much alike for comfort.’
    He set off again, Richard in his arms.
    3
    Forty yards up the beach he stopped. Here the black sand had moderated to a lighter color – not white, but a medium gray. Parkus set Richard down gently. Jack sprawled beside him. The sand was warm – blessedly warm. No snow here.
    Parkus sat beside him, cross-legged.
    ‘You’re going to have a sleep now,’ he said. ‘Might be tomorrow before you wake up. Won’t anybody bother you, if so. Take a look.’
    Parkus waved his arm toward the place where Point Venuti had been in the American Territories. Jack first saw the black castle, one entire side of it crumbled and burst, as if there had been a tremendous explosion inside. Now the castle looked almost pedestrian. Its menace was burnt out, its illicit treasure borne